Birthday miles.

I turned 27 on Monday, celebrating another year around the sun with a long bike ride, food and beer baby, and a movie in bed before falling asleep just after dark. I've always liked my birthday, but not in some sort of narcissistic look-at-me-and-how-great-I-am sort of way. I just like the time of year during …

Back at it.

I miss writing. This seems like kind of a strange and ironic statement now that I have a full-time gig at a media company and writing is actually a huge part of my job. But what I mean is that I miss writing for myself. I miss writing the very personal, experience-based stories that are …